All our times have come Here but now they're gone Seasons don't fear the reaper Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain We can be like they are Come on baby Don't fear the reaper Baby take my hand Don't fear the reaper We'll be able to fly Don't fear the reaper Baby I'm your man Valentine is done Here but now they're gone Romeo and Juliet Are together in eternity Romeo and Juliet 40,000 men and women everyday Like Romeo and Juliet 40,000 men and women everyday Another 40,000 coming everyday We can be like they are Come on baby Don't fear the reaper Baby take my hand Don't fear the reaper We'll be able to fly Don't fear the reaper Baby I'm your man Love of two is one Here but now they're gone Came the last night of sadness And it was clear she couldn't go on Then the door was open and the wind appeared The candles blew then disappeared The curtains flew then he appeared Saying don't be afraid Come on baby And she had no fear And she ran to him Then they started to fly They looked backward and said goodbye She had become like they are She had taken his hand She had become like they are Come on baby Don't fear the reaper Don't fear the reaper Don't fear the reaper Don't fear the reaper (Song ends but cowbell still playing) Mike, get outta here Mike! Get the f*ck up! Ahh... f*ck!

All our times have come Here, but now they're gone Seasons don't fear the Reaper Nor do the wind or the sun or the rain (We can be like they are) Come on, baby (Don't fear the Reaper) Baby, take my hand (Don't fear the Reaper) We'll be able to fly (Don't fear the Reaper) Baby, I'm your man (Don't fear the Reaper) Valentine is done Here, but now they're gone Romeo and Juliet Are together for eternity (We can be like they are) Come on, baby (Don't fear the Reaper) Baby, take my hand (Don't fear the Reaper) We'll be able to fly (Don't fear the Reaper) Baby, I'm your man Love of two is one Here, but now they're gone Came the last night of sadness And it was clear that she couldn't go on The door was open and the wind appeared The candles blew and then disappeared The curtains flew and then he appeared (Saying, "Don't be afraid") Come on, baby (And she had no fear) And she ran to him (Then we started to fly) They looked backwards and said goodbye (She'd become like they are) She had taken his hand (She'd become like they are) Come on, baby (Don't fear the Reaper) Come on, baby (Don't fear the Reaper) Come on, baby (Don't fear the Reaper) Come on, baby (Don't fear the Reaper) Come on, baby (Don't fear the Reaper) (Don't fear the Reaper) (Don't fear the Reaper) (Don't fear the Reaper)

They could be fat or could be thin They could be black, they could be white Tell me who is knocking at the Knocking shop door tonight Not much a girl can do but open or close Those things are above doors Not much legs can do but open or close Those things are above us whores So imagine a mirror Bigger than the room it was placed in Imagine my wish for a future that cannot hold my wish Imagine the want to hold a rod that cannot hold the fish Imagine a rod that cannot hold the fish They could be lonely or could be bust They could be tack, they could be real They do have feelings, but just right now I feel A feminine receptacle, that's just what I am Those things are above us whores Just the best target practice, for a misguided man Those things are above us whores So imagine a mirror Bigger than the room it was placed in Imagine my wish for a future that cannot hold my wish Imagine the want to hold a rod that cannot hold the fish Imagine a rod that cannot hold the fish (Not much a girl can do) la la, la la (But open or close) ooh, la la la, la la la (Not much legs can do) da la (But open or close) Those things are above us whores (Not much a girl can do but open or close) Whores, whores, whores, whores (Not much legs can do but open or close) Those things are above us whores (Not much a girl can do but open or close)

(Ramones) They're forming in straight line They're going through a tight wind The kids are losing their minds The Blitzkrieg Bop They're piling in the back seat They're generating steam heat Pulsating to the back beat The Blitzkrieg Bop Hey ho, let's go Shoot 'em in the back now What they want, I don't know They're all reved up and ready to go They're forming in a straight line They're going through a tight wind The kids are losing their minds The Blitzkrieg Bop They're piling in the back seat They're generating steam heat Pulsating to the back beat The Blitzkrieg Bop Hey ho, let's go Shoot 'em in the back now What they want, I don't know They're all reved up and ready to go They're forming in a straight line They're going through a tight wind The kids are losing their minds The Blitzkrieg Bop They're piling in the back seat They're generating steam heat Pulsating to the back beat The Blitzkrieg Bop Hey ho, let's go Shoot 'em in the back now What they want, I don't know They're all reved up and ready to go The Blitzkrieg Bop The Blitzkrieg Bop The Blitzkrieg Bop

Everybody's talking at me I can't hear a word they're saying Only the echoes of my mind People stopping, staring I can't see their faces Only the shadows of their eyes I'm going where the sun keeps shining Through the pouring rain Going where the weather Suits my clothes Backing off of the Northeast wind And sailing on the summer breeze Tripping over the ocean Like a stone Oh, oh, whoa-oh Whoa-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh oh, oh-oh Oh, oh la-la la I'm going where the sun keeps shining Through the pouring rain Going where the weather Suits my clothes Backing off of the Northeast wind And sailing on the summer breeze Jumping over the ocean Like a stone (like a stone) Everybody's talking at me Ooh, ooh ooh-ooh ooh-ooh Whoa, whoa, whoa Hey Da, da, da

(Heaton/Rotheray) Like the contents of your handbag You don't know why it's there People ask you where you're heading You just answer "anywhere" We don't mean to be this vague It just happens that we are No-one asked us to elaborate We just shrug our shoulders and be And like the stories that just happened No-one thought of, no-one planned We could have ruled, we could have conquered Then we could have been a man We could be ex-husband We could be ex-wife But no-one looks at the menu in a greasy spoon life Alone, alone Half an hour is seven hours One day is several months Alone, alone A month is a calendar A year can be a decade spent Alone He knows "hello" in eighteen languages "I love you" in only one By the time he's got his phrase-book The chance is usually gone And we feel ourselves quite prepared But quite prepared for what We always took the lead Before we actually knew the plot And you can tell where we've been shopping By the bags beneath our eyes Make-up shoulders burden But the smile never lies We could be ex-husband We could be ex-wife But no-one looks at the menu in a greasy spoon life Alone, alone Half an hour is seven hours One day is several months Alone, alone A month is a calendar A year can be a decade spent Alone So empty at the airport You don't set off the doors We used to feel like chorus girls And now we feel like whores Hearts built like reservoirs Words built like dams Thoughts built like juggernauts Our actions built like prams And when the wind blows into our face We should be warmer and not colder Well, what price the charges On this cargo that we shoulder We could be ex-husband We could be ex-wife But no-one looks at the menu in a greasy spoon life Alone, alone Half an hour is seven hours One day is several months Alone, alone A month is a calendar A year can be a decade spent Alone And we only smoke when bored So we do two packs a day And we've lost the difference Between bored and lonely anyway